Whyte was black – blacker than a lump of Aberfennon coal, or so Frankie always said – and like an overgrown crow, he hoarded shiny...

The drop in cabin pressure made Jud’s stomach lurch as the plane began its descent into Minneapolis. Jud Jenkins, DVM, stuffed the...

Janice’s nostrils are hopping with the smell of rot, sharp and cruel as chemical smoke. “The kitten has passed,” Janice says to the...

Kneeling on all fours in the early morning hours with a pungent smelling bucket of foamy water beside her, Julie dipped in her gloved...

Lily stared at herself in the mirror. She reached for the makeup remover and slowly wiped it across her face. She stared at the blush and...

Margot cracked open her eyes, squinting at the morning light. A crystal dangled in the window, a “rainbow maker” she’d called it when she...